100 Words a Day 895

“Excuse me,” I said.

The man who had just shoved past me turned towards me. “What?” he growled.

“You shoved past me.”

“So? You shouldn’t be standing in the doorway.”

“The train’s very crowded.”

A small circle was opening up around us, the other passengers pressing against each other to avoid us.

“So you can just stand in the doorway and block everyone trying to get on?” he thrust his chin out and pulled his shoulders back.

“I made as much room as I could,” I replied, holding my hands up, palms forward, and putting my right foot behind me.

100 Words a Day 894

She struck her flint, sending sparks showering down on to the oil-soaked torch. The flame came to life, causing her to look away from the sudden brightness and shut her eyes. When she opened them again, she was surprised to find the cavern well-lit. The light cast by the flickering torch was refracting through the crystals growing out of the walls and ceiling. The myriad shapes and colors sent rainbows bouncing across the uneven chamber. Studying the chamber floor, Eva was unable to find a safe route to the exit on the other side. It was littered with broken crystals.

100 Words a Day 893

Neither the traffic nor the breeze were moving. He had forgotten to get the A/C recharged and his fan had broken anyway. The sun hung static in the summer sky. The only movement was the heat radiating off the blacktop and the sweat running down his face, dripping from his chin to land unnoticed in his lap. He shifted in his seat, his sweat-soaked shirt rubbing uncomfortably against his back, and swallowed the globules of sweat that had run across his lips and into his mouth. What little water was left in his water bottle had fogged the clear plastic.